Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Husband

Syifa sat alone on the bench of the stop not far from her school building. Waiting for an orange colored angkot that has an empty bench passing by. Because from then on every angkot that passes is always full. Until there was no place for him to sit.

Sometimes he is jealous to see male students who can ride in question even in full condition. Because they can stand hanging with one hand on the angkot door. Syifa could not do it. Taboo it feels like a girl like herself is standing hanging from the door like a kernet.

The afternoon wind blew along with the passing vehicle. There was a brochure of a famous university in his city flying out of nowhere, then stopped right under his feet.

Without hesitation he immediately took it. Read it in your heart. Suddenly his tears trickled down and fell right above the picture of the graduation model photo on the brochure.

"Can I wear a toga like the guy in this brochure?" tanyanya muttered to herself.

Syifa is very aware for now there is no discourse on Dad's agenda, about him going to continue his education to college. Especially after Uwa died. He still looked sad even though seven days had passed. Almost every day Dad came on a pilgrimage to Uwa's tomb.

Let alone to talk about the future of his education. Talking about other things Dad always brushed it off. The man was too late in grief. Until his job at the office was abandoned. Somehow the fate of my next career. Only he and God know.

Long before everything happened. There was once a conversation about the right place for Syifa. Even long before he agreed to his marriage with Zikra, Dad had promised to grant his request.

"Cipa wants to get married what you want. But, Cipa wants to immediately lecture after graduating High School," he said at the time.

With ease the thin mustachioed man immediately agreed.

"Yes, I'll find you a good college place in town."

Syifa snorted softly realizing her hope was only a wishful thinking, then disappeared with the wind.

I don't know since when a young man has been sitting next to Syifa. The girl directly shifted her seat keeping her distance. But the young man brought his body closer on purpose. Until he got angry and wanted to scold her. Syifa was surprised to hear the young man suddenly chuckle laughing at his anger. He immediately raised his face.

"Elo?" Syifa was standing up.

The clean-skinned young man's smile still looked wide and charming. The look in her eyes followed the sweet body movements in front of her. Until it succeeded in making Syifa painstakingly control her feelings.

"I mean .. uh, e.." I don't know why that girl looks so groggy.

"Liet down. Don't use gerogi like that" he said lightly.

Syifa looks wrong.

"Sit down!" he said, still with a smile that has not been disfigured from the corner of his natural red lips. "later you can be high you know."

Syifa sat back down.

"This is home. Why elo eh situ come here?" the name that had all this time been unanswered, finally slid from his lips.

"Oh. I already know."

"You already know, yes already there home," Syifa said cynically.

"I didn't come here to pick Aini up," Zikra said. "but to pick up a wife" she pointed to Syifa.

Syifa was shocked. Both of his eyebrows were raised upwards.

"Wife? Who?" her question pretended not to understand. "gue is not a wife, but a student."

Zikra chuckled at Syifa's tense face. The girl he had officially married was as if trying to escape reality. He can also understand all his cynical attitude. After going through the drama of misunderstanding until the disaster that befell his family, he thought it was natural that Syifa behaved like that. In addition to the young age factor. Mentally untrained to accept all the conditions that are being faced.

"Sori and thanks for the offer. But I used to go home by myself, and I used to be alone. So you better go," said Syifa coldly.

"But I also want to say sori, because I can not comply with your request. As a husband, I have a responsibility to protect my wife. And drive him home." Zikra put a helmet on Syifa's head.

Syifa who lost quickly, could not do anything. Inadvertently he glanced at the right ring finger Zikra looks still coiled their wedding cincin. Unlike her who was deliberately not used so as not to be caught by all her friends. Although in the end someone spread the wedding photos.

Zikra is already nangkring in his motorcycle seat. Syifa was still standing.

"Will you wait until you get home tomorrow?"

"Elo seriously want to take me home?"

"Two rius. Let's get on!" he said, "I don't want to make my mother-in-law disappointed, because she's late to bring her son home."

Syifa grunting. With a heavy heart he sat in the seat of the bonbar. Zikra's motorbike dashed away carrying his wife.

Mother welcomes warm Zikra. The woman was happy her son-in-law received an invitation to dinner at her simple house. Plus he had time to pick up Syifa at school. As if it had helped reduce its burden. Ade, who was immediately familiar with his sister-in-law, invited him to play in his room while showing all the toys he had.

Syifa showed her displeasure at Zikra's arrival at her home. Until he has to get angry Mother. But want anything else? Everything has happened. Syifa dropped herself on the bed. Lounging even though he had not yet taken a bath and was still wearing his school uniform.

"Teteh .. cepetan bath," Mother said in a shrieking voice but the volume was slightly reduced, worried that her new daughter-in-law heard. "not good there is a new husband coming."

Husband? A word that felt foreign entered his ears.

"Let's Teteh .. instead of cleaning quickly, wear neat and fragrant clothes. It's even leyeh-leyeh here." the woman dragged Syifa into the bathroom.

Syifa's face looked pouted with throbbing lips, similar to the wallet of the moon.

Dinner is available on the dining table. Zikra and Ade were already sitting in their respective seats. The two are seen still holding the toy while waiting for the others to arrive.

Mother's eyes glared when she saw Syifa's appearance was too ordinary. White t-shirt with short-sleeved Hello Kitty motif and flower foreskin pants. His hair looks messy even though it has been clamped with hair clips.

"Mrt ..."

"Udahlah Mother," cried Syifa as she passed away from the woman who had given birth to her.

Zikra looked up at Syifa. He was stunned by the indifferent attitude the girl showed. A small smile appeared on his lips.

"Sir Zikra, forgive Syifa who behaved arbitrarily," said Mommy was not pleased with her daughter-in-law.

"What the hell, Bun? Cipa didn't do anything," she quickly said. "why apologize to her?"

"Hus! Shut up" Mother said, "no manners!"

"Not a aunt, papa," Zikra argued.

"Lho, why call aunty anyway? Call Mother dong, Nak Zikra is officially her husband Syifa."

Syifa coughed at the Mother's words.

Mother and Zikra turned their eyes to Syifa.

"Do you have a husband?" ask Ade suddenly. "She wants to be a husband."

"Based on a snot boy" hardik Syifa.

"Mrt ..."

Syifa just let out a heavy breath.

Zikra looked at the girl in amazement. Just this time he felt un-stimulated by a girl. Usually every girl will be fighting for his attention. Not a few of them want to make her a boyfriend.

Many times Mother apologized to Zikra during the dinner. Because the attitude of her daughter who did not show hospitality at all. And because of my father who has not yet returned. I have been called several times, but there is no answer.

Zikra and Syifa went to the small garden behind the house after dinner. Mother let them talk to build closeness with each other. Both look stiff. Occasionally Zikra stared at the girl sitting on the swing. Syifa replied coldly.

"How's school?" tanya Zikra started a conversation.

"Good."

"Good." The young man stood beside Syifa. Holding the swing rope was about to swing it.

"Today, our wedding photos are scattered in my school group" he added coldly.

"Who is spreading?" zikra's eyes frowned.

"I don't know. What's clear is that the only schoolmate I know about our marriage is Aini."

"So, you suspect Aini?"

"Of course I suspect him. But baby, he denies it."

Zikra was silent as if he was thinking of something.

"Please tell Aini, our relationship is coming to an end. So don't hate me anymore" said Syifa Lirih.

"hate?"

"Yes. It turned out that Aini hated me all along," Syifa let out a long sigh. Rise from the swing. Move towards the long bench in the corner of the park. "also tell your boyfriend elo. I'm sure he must be disappointed and angry with our marriage. Probably more angry than Aini to me. Sori, because my family has made everything so bad," he continued regretfully.

Zikra smiled slightly. Move closer and sit next to Syifa.

"Keep, how does your boyfriend respond to this marriage?" the young man's question was like a counterattack ready to bombard Syifa's feelings.

A pair of Syifa and Zikra's eye beads suddenly met. Like the first time they met. Makes the girl's chest swish. To create small ripples in the heart.

"My girlfriend .. don't worry, my guy is a typical understanding person. So, no problemo." Syifa had to lie to convince Zikra.

"Yes?" Zikra nodded her head. "great hustle."

"Sure." Syifa's smile expanded perfectly, but it felt sore in her heart.

Almost ten o'clock in the evening, Zikra came home. Mother pushed Syifa's body to take her to the motorbike.

"I know you don't like me coming here, do you? Sori, for the discomfort you feel. I also can't change my face to be like the Komar you're after."

"Commar? Wh who? I don't know," said Syifa cynically while frowning.

"The hell did you forget? That's the guy you call Zikra a lot" Zikra explained.

Syifa could immediately remember the face of the strange young man who always ran away when he met her. Instantly, his laughter broke. Either he was laughing at the appearance of the young man, or was laughing at his insensitive stupidity. Both deserve to be laughed at.

Zikra laughed.

"I'm glad you finally laughed, after the almost bored tension I saw on your sweet face," she said.

Kontan Syifa stopped her laughter. Her face got compliments. No one ever said her face was sweet. Even while still dating Angga, he had never heard such words of praise.

"Smile, because that smile makes your face look sweeter" Zikra said before her motorcycle sped away.

Syifa. The compliment made him happy. Happier when I'm with Angga. Unconsciously a broad line of smiles smeared on his lips.

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